A Young Woman's Heart

Her mother and Li Wanyan had already eaten breakfast, so Mo Xueyao sat alone outside the door leisurely enjoying her meal—which was actually just dumplings and congee that she had fried herself, with some random pickled vegetables at most.

The house is being renovated, which involves many expenses, and I don't have much time to prepare elaborate meals.

After leisurely finishing her breakfast, the sun had already made Mo Xueyao's body scorching hot, and heat was slowly rising from the ground. Even though she was wearing a short-sleeved dress, she was still sweating slightly. Summer hadn't officially arrived yet, but it already felt like summer.

"Is spring almost over? It feels like it's already getting warm." Mo Xueyao finished clearing away the dishes and wanted to lift up her slightly long skirt a little, but under her mother's watchful gaze, she awkwardly moved her hand away.

This dress is above the knee, much longer than a school uniform skirt.

At first, she thought the school skirt was too short and made her feel completely insecure, but after getting used to it, she realized that wearing it on hot days was really cool...

The wind can blow directly onto your buttocks, then through the gap between your thighs and into your clothes; that feeling is something you can't experience while wearing pants.

"Mom, I've gone to my godfather's house to escape the summer heat!"

"Is it really that hot? You're trying to escape the heat? You don't even need an electric fan."

"Hey, it's been a while since I've gone out to play, Wanyan, do you want to come?"

"I'll stay at the store and help out."

Li Wanyan's words made her mother force a smile, but she didn't object, since she was indeed too busy to handle everything on her own.

Especially during holidays like this, having Li Wanyan around is really a great help.

"Let Yaoyao go. Yanyan, I'll cook you something delicious for lunch! Yaoyao won't get any!"

"Tch, what good food can Mom make? She always insists on being nutritious, but the food she makes is awful."

"If you think it doesn't taste good, why don't you make it for me? You only know how to complain about other people's food. What have you done yourself? You're almost an adult. It's time to be filial to your mother."

"Tch, that's just sophistry. Does that mean you can't comment on whether something tastes good or not if you don't cook it?"

"That's why I said, if it doesn't taste good, just make it yourself!"

Mo Xueyao pouted: "Forget it, there's no way to communicate with women."

"You talk as if you're not one yourself." The mother couldn't help but laugh. "Alright, alright, if you're going to your godfather's, bring some fruit with you."

"Ugh...this is so troublesome."

"How can you not give something back when someone gives you one? Reciprocity is a matter of social etiquette, isn't it? You should learn that. If you always find it troublesome, then you might as well quit living. Isn't living more troublesome?"

"Okay, okay... I'll take it, won't I?" Mo Xueyao felt like her ears were about to grow calluses, and she cast a pleading look at Li Wanyan.

"I'll help with the bagging."

"Okay, Yan Yan, take a bunch of bananas over, and also take a box of the tea that someone gave us last time..."

"My godfather has no shortage of tea, right?" Mo Xueyao shook her leg impatiently. "He's a section chief, you know. He must get tea from other people all the time, and it's always better than what you give him."

"Mine is just as good; it's also Longjing tea!"

"It doesn't really matter, just sending some fruit would be fine..."

"You're not paying, so why are you making a fuss?"

"Wouldn't it be worse to just take it and waste it?"

Mo Xueyao scratched her head, but before she could say anything, her mother interrupted her, asking, "Yaoyao, did you not comb your hair this morning?"

"Hmm... comb..."

“I saw everything, so don’t tell me you’ve combed it.”

"Cough, I combed it with my hands..."

"I've combed it again. Look, your hair used to be so smooth, but you always like to be lazy, and now it's all frizzy."

Li Wanyan took a plastic comb from the drawer, quietly walked behind Mo Xueyao, straightened her head, and gently began to comb it.

She sat down on the small stool as naturally and skillfully as if she were opening her mouth to eat.

A few long strands of hair fell to the ground and mingled with the dust.

Although the fruit shop is cleaned regularly, there are still many women in the house, so it's inevitable that there will be hair everywhere. It's perfectly normal to find a few hairs in your food when you eat at home.

Mo Xueyao can now even tell whether a dish was made by Li Wanyan or her mother just by looking at the hair.

"Alright, take all of these to your godfather."

Mother had already packed four or five bags.

There was a variety of fruits, but although it looked like a lot, none of them were very expensive. The only relatively expensive ones were a few dragon fruits and star fruit.

My mother originally wanted to put a durian in, but those things are ridiculously expensive, and this batch is all fresh, none of them will spoil if left uneaten for too long.

So in the end, it wasn't released.

Mo Xueyao's assessment of this was that it was 'stingy'.

Her mother retorted that she didn't know how to manage a household.

So Mo Xueyao dropped another "hypocritical" act, stuck out her tongue, made an exaggerated face, grabbed the fruit, and quickly ran away.

Otherwise, she might start rambling on and on.

There were many more cars on the road today than usual, and it took her four or five minutes just to cross a small street.

Moreover, there are no traffic lights on this road, so you can only rely on your own judgment to get across.

It's not uncommon for people to be hit at the entrance and immediately taken to the hospital.

Besides, didn't I get bumped into while walking on the sidewalk last time?

She became even more cautious when she thought of Li Wanyan's right hand, which was unlikely to fully recover.

Now she just hopes her godfather is home right now, otherwise she'll have to come back with all this stuff again.

“It seems I didn’t think this through… I should have asked before leaving…” Mo Xueyao turned around and glanced at the fruit shop across the street. Although it was only a short distance away, the endless stream of vehicles made it feel like it was a million miles away. “Never mind… I’ll just go there and see.”

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Chapter 58 Why I Want to Be a Nurse

University classrooms are always the most unfamiliar places.

Students in the same class may not know each other's names even after graduating from university. They may not even recognize each other's names when they meet on campus, and may only be surprised when they walk into the same classroom.

The huge classroom had more than eighty people in total, with the tiered seating packed with them.

The gray-haired female professor at the front pushed up her glasses, glanced at the somewhat noisy classroom, and turned up the volume of the loudspeaker: "Students, why do you want to be nurses?"

Some people laughed at their companions, some continued doing their own thing, some fell into thought, and others seemed to have a firm answer.

The randomly selected students stood up one by one to answer, but no matter what expression they had on their faces, their answers always seemed to be very similar.

No matter what the words are, they all fall within the scope of the phrase "saving lives and healing the wounded".

Those who weren't named whispered among themselves, with many joking that they were forced to study nursing because they didn't have high enough scores but wanted to get into a good school.

Tian Tingchan was finally called upon to stand up.

The old professor adjusted his glasses, but did not repeat the question; he simply gestured for her to answer.

However, she hesitated, unsure how to answer.

Perhaps a formulaic answer is simpler.

But this time, the professor added, "Just tell me your truest thoughts. Even if it's about making money or having a stable job, it's fine. I remember you were originally a clinical medicine major, so why did you switch to nursing? To get into clinical medicine in the college entrance exam, you need to score much higher."

People generally like to move upwards, but few people actively choose to move downwards.

Many people don't actually know Tian Tingchan; only a few boys, who are extremely rare among girls, have a slight impression of her.

But all I remember is that she seemed to be a strange girl who was always alone and never interacted with others.

Her silence made the time in the classroom pass extremely slowly.

The professor patiently asked again, "It's alright, you can say whatever you want. Why do you want to be a nurse? What's your reason?"

“For my own sake.” Tian Tingchan took a deep breath and then answered calmly, “...that’s how it was when I first started studying clinical medicine.”

“That’s normal. Many people study clinical medicine for themselves or their family and friends, hoping to have the opportunity to save them in the future.” The professor nodded. “And what about studying nursing?”

"It's also for my own sake."

Some students who had been daydreaming just moments before now turned their attention to her.

Tian Tingchan paused for a moment, then continued, "Because it makes me feel like I have value."

"Then clinical medicine should be able to save more lives."

"But nurses are better able to reach people's hearts, and the pain in one's heart needs gentleness to soothe it."

"Then you should become a psychologist."

"I prefer to show care to people through my own actions rather than through words."

The old professor's expression remained unchanged. He nodded slightly to let her sit down, but did not ask anyone to stand up and answer.

The course continued.

It is said that when a teacher finishes asking a question and continues the lesson, it is either because they will immediately answer the question they just asked, or because they have already obtained an answer that satisfies them.

The old professor had not given a 'standard answer' to his previous question.

Nursing majors also include psychology courses.

After all, communicating with people is an important part of nursing care.

There's only one long class today.

The course ended around 10 o'clock.

Students poured out of the classrooms, and the corridors began to shake.

Those students who still had classes until midnight were the most envious of these kids who got out of school early.

In fact, university is never an easy time. Days with only one large class like this are actually very rare.

—Actually, this is the second day of Labor Day, so we should have a holiday.

Who was the first person to say that college holidays are longer than those in elementary, middle, and high school?